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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.