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 Syria 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.