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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.