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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.