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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.