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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.