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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.