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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.