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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.