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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.