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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Swans,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Index,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.