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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.