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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Smog,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.