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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.