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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.