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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.