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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.