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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.