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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.