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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.