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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.