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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Visage,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
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The Skatalites,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.