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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.