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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Harmonia,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Skaos,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.