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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.