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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.