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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.