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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Franke,
Television,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.