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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.