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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Index,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.