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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.