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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.