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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.