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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.