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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Lyres,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.