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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.