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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.