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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.