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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.