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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.