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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.