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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.