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 Angola and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.