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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.