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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Liliput 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.