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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.