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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.