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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
DNA,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Nas,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.