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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.