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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sneak to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.