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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
UT,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.