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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.