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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.