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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.