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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
X-101,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.