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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.