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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.