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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.