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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.