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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.