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 Brazil 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.