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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.