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 Cambodia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.