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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
PIL,
Unwound,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Boredoms,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.