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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.