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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.