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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.