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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.