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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Smog,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.