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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.