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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.