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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.