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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.