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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Association,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.