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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Motions,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.