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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Can,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.