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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sound Behaviour 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.