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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.