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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.