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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.