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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.