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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.