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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Technova,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.