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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.