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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.