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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.