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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.