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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.