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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.