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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.