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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.