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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.