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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.