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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 cv313 to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.