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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.