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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.