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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.