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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.