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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.