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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.