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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.