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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.