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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
MC5,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.