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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.