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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.