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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Can,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.