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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.