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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.