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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
10cc,
the Human League,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.