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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.