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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.