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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.