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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.