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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Roxette,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Q65,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.