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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.