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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
PIL,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.