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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Wire,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.