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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.