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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.