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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.