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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.