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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.