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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
MC5,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.