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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.