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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
The Slits,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.