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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.