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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.