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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.