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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.