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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.