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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.