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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.