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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.