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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.