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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.