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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
PIL,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.