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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.