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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.