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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.