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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.