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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.