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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.