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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.