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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.