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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.