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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.