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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.