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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.