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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.