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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.