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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.