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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Swans,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.