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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.