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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.