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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Television,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
The Litter,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.