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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.