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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
CMW,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
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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.