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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.