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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.