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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.