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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.