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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.