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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.