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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
The Wake,
MDC,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.