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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.