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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.