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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.