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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.