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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.