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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.