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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.