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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.