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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
The Martian,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.