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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.