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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.