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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.