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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.