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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.