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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.