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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Q65,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.