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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.