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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.