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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.