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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.