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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.