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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.