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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.