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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Can,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.