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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.