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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.