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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.