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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.