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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.