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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.