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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Japan,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Little Man,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.