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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.