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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.