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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.