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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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.