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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.