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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Echospace,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Wings,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.