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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.