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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.