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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.