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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.