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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
cv313,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.