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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.