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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.