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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.