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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Model 500,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.