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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.