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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.