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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.