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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.