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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Visage,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
DNA,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.