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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.