Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.