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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.