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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.