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 Ivory Coast and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.