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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.