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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.