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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.