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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.