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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.