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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.