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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.