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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.