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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.