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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.