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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.