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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.