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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Residents to the grime 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.