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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.