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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.