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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Technova,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.