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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.