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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.