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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.