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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.