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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.