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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.