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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Scratch Acid 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.