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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.