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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Monks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.