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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.