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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.