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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.