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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.