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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Wings,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
the Association,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.