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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.