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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.