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 Australia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.