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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.