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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.