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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.