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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.