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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.