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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Wire,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.