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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.