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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Lyres,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.