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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.