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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.