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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B 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?
Anakelly,
Roxette,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.