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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.