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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 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 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.