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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
New Order,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.