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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.