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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.