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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.