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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.