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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.