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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.