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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.