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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.