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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.