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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.