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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.