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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Moebius,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.