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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.