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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.