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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.