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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.