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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.