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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.