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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
MDC,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.