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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.