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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Television,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.