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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Q65,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.