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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.