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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.