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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.