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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.