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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Can,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.