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 Gambia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.