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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.