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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
X-101,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.