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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.