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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.