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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.