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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.