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 Russia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Television,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.