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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Crime,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.