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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.