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 Nauru and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.