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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Index,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.