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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.