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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.