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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.