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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.