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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.