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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.