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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.