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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.