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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.