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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.