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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
DNA,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.