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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
June Days,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.