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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.