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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.