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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
MC5,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.