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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.