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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.