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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.