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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic 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 disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.