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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.