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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.