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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Durutti Column to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.