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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.