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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.