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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.