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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.