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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.