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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.