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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.