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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the grunge 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.