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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.