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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.