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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.