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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.