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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.