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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.