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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Technova,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.