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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.