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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.