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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.