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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
ABC,
Hoover,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.