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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Pagans,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.