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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.