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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.