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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.