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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.