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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.