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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.