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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.