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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Section 25,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.