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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall 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 electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.