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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Sound,
UT,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.