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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sneak to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.