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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
X-101,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Nas,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.