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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.