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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.