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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.