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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.