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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.