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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.