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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
UT,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.