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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
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Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.