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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.