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 Mali 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.