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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.