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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.