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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.