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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.