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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
New Order,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.