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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.