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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.