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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
EPMD,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.