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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.