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 France and from Spokane.
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 Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.