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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.