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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.