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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.