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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.