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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Index,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.