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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Magma,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.