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 Croatia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.