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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.