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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.