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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Index to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.