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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.