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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.