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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Television,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.