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 Belize and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.