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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Wings,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.