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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Can,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.