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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Nico,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.