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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.