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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.