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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.