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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Japan,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.