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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.