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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.