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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.