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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.