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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
World's Most,
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