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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.