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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.