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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.