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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.