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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.