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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.