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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.