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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
DNA,
World's Most,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.