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 Argentina and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
ABC,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.