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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.