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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.