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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.