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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.