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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Crime,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
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.