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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.