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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.