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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.