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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
the Association,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
JFA,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.