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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
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Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.