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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.