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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
UT,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
The Move,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. 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.