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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.