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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.