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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Style to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Nas,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.