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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Magma,
Television,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.