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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.