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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
X-102,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.