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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.