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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 DNA to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
MC5,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.