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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Mars,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Slits,
ABC,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.