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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.