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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Pole,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.