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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Can,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.