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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Wire,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.