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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.