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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.