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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.