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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.