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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Mars,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.