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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
JFA,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.