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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.