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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.