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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.