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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
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.