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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.