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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.