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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.