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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Television,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.