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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.