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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.