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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.