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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.