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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.