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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Crime,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.