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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.