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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.