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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.