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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.