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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.