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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.