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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.