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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.