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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.