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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Moebius,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Scion,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.