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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Style to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.