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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.