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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Franke,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.