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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.