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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.