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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.