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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.