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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.