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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Jandek,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.