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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.