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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.