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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.