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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.