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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
MDC,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.