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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.