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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.