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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.