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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.