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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.