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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.