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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.