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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.