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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.