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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.