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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
PIL,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.