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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.