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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.