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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.