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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.