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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.