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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
DNA,
New Order,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.