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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.