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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.