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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.