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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.