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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.