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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Red Krayola 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.