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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.