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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
the Association,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.