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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.