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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Nico,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
PIL,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.