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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.